Hoga around 32 26 34 aur damn beautifl but meri sarmili harkat ke wajah se m usse baat nai kr pata tha… Par bolte h na sabar ka fal mitha hota h to ...k din wo khud a kr mujhse baat ki aur boli ki tum itne chup chup q rehtr ho to m bola bs u hi…Aur hamari baat suru ho gai aur kuch dino me no v exchange ho gai…M sports ke wajah se jyada tar bahar rehte tha to ek baar m bahar tha to uska cl aya wo boli ki tum mujhr kv time nai dete to m bola m sry kya karu u knw na my sprts kya karu to wo naraj ho. Well, shit. Not only that, the news spread like I'd won the lottery. The only good thing was that I heard right away from two friends who had been in the same boat, then dumped overboard. I had gone through elementary school, then middle school with Madison and Cindy, and we were always pretty good friends. Have I mentioned that I'm a guy? Ben, I'm sixteen, so are Mad and Cindy, we'll both be Juniors in the Fall. We're still good friends and Madison invited Cindy and me over to her house to. I slowly peeled the netted décolleté away from her throat and tugged it over her two big tits. She wasn't wearing a bra. The two dark rosé-colored and slightly padded cups that were fitted into the lower portion of the sheer and see-through décolleté were the only support and shaping. I pulled a little more at the thin top, peeling the cups off her tits until I exposed them completely. My cock throbbed suddenly and I grimaced with pain as I felt it swell and grow another inch at the sight of. . . there was blood on their tunics. And then it was just like the BrookNymphs: they . . . nipped them . . . nipped them . . . on their p-pussies!" ("No!No!" several in the audience cried. More than one covered her groin protectivelywith her hands. Brook Nymphs were one thing; but these were Warbler pussiesthat had been violated.) "Yes . . . that's what they did. And the girlsscreamed, and cried, and begged. 'Please don't hurt us!' they said, 'Oh dearGod please!' . . . but they just . . ..